This little world of mine,
I create flowers from the sky,
They fall apart when you cry,
And it rains with your tears.
Slowly slowly working on my heart,
You grow on my, like the sunflower.
With every breath,
It gets colder here,
Like I'm breathing the happiness,
It snows, creeping through your neck,
Tickling your senses,
Its like lightning on a clear sky..
I've been trying to breathe love,
Fighting for every ray of sun,
Trying to get the flowers to blossom,
For the chirping of the birds,
The scent amidst the rainbows..
So natural, like breathing love..
Even in the brightest of days,
There's an empty hole in here.
Empty space between my fingers..
When you're not here..
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